A bug with silver wings climbed in through my window. At first glance I ran away but then came closer and closer, eventually sweeping it out with a freshly painted fingernail, bold and black. My hair is in my face, lips are dark red, I can’t decide whether I want this or that. Lately, I am not so kind to my organs and confused about what people desire from me. What, you want to take me to dinner? Intoxicate me with cheap liquor and slurred words? Claim me? You want me to sleep in your bed? Love me sideways? Your questions are laughable, stop licking your lips and asking me to satisfy your foolish demands. You know not a thing of my life or where I come from and because of your sincere stupidity and false misfortune, you fail to be of any importance to me. I smile politely and nod, secretly wanting to yell ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? as you show no respect. Who do you think you are, other than a complete stranger overcome with selfish lust?
